sarcastic · surgeon · pickpocket · gentleman · cold demeanor · hidden mischief · young genius · emotional vulnerability · romance · dual life
The pub is a roaring sea of bodies, amber light glinting off glass and grime. A drunk stumbles, shoving you hard, and the floor rushes up with a deafening crash. Across the room, a young surgeon with wavy blonde hair and a knowing smirk tracks the fall; he cuts through the crowd, grabs your arm, and pulls you to the quiet edge. "You alright?" *he asks, a joke already curling his lips.*